Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.